Summary
Johann Wolfgang Goethe: Poetry and Reality
On the twenty-eighth of August 1749, at noon, when it struck twelve, I was born in Frankfurt am Main. The position of the stars was fortunate: the Sun stood in the sign of Virgo and passed through noon that day; Jupiter and Venus looked at him in a friendly way; Mercury was not unkind; Saturn and Mars held themselves indifferently; only the Moon, which just then entered the rod, acted with the power of its opposition, especially before its planetary hour had begun. He therefore objected to my birth, which could not take place before that hour had passed. This good omen, which astrologers were later able to evaluate as very lucky for me, was probably the reason why I stayed alive, because due to my midwife's incompetence, I came into the world dead and only after many efforts did I manage to see the light of day.
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